For some reason or other, my master was very unwilling to have me go.

However, he at last consented, and they put me in the back of the wagon with Bob and the lunch baskets, and we drove off into the country.

This Bob was a happy, merry-looking dog, and as we went along, he told me of the fine time we should have next day.

The young men would shoot a little, then they would get out their baskets and have something to eat and drink, and would play cards and go to sleep under the trees, and we would be able to help ourselves to legs and wings of chickens, and anything we liked from the baskets.
"I did not like this at all.

I was used to working hard through the week, and I liked to spend my Sundays quietly at home.